The Whistle Song

[Verse 1]
Ayo, we still gon' hustle hard
I ain't sweet, nigga, I don't spit them truffle bars
Shorty know the deal so she might as well shuffle cards
Used to watch Apollo and now we're higher than shuttles are
Real Chiddy, follow it
Only like the ladies that, swallow, spit
That's when I'm not in the stu' and I'm hoppin' out with the crew
It's just everyday shit to us, but super high to you, uh
I said obey the code, can't be serial
Wake up with a blunt and put it right by my cereal
Hip-hop, that's my shit and I'ma take my time to put it out
I'm indecisive but I'm packing bowls when in doubt
I can rap with y'all twice, this is what you call nice
Chiddy, I'll be hoopin' so I need a basketball wife
Niggas just be lookin' at me, that is what they call sight
But fuck it we on I guess I'll never have an off night

[Break: Whistling sounds]

[Verse 2]
It's serious, they don't fuck with Chiddy, they delirious
Quick to get the kitty, I'll kill it if I'm curious
Yeah, that boy fly, kinda like a falcon
Now, why that mixtape shit soundin' like an album?
I got a wardrobe so I'll be forever stylin'
Don't give your number out them ladies probably never dial it
You can't fade me, muhfuck your barber
I got a life coach and the skills way harder
See how we scape up, windows up and we bake up
I be killin' the beats, now they puttin' the yellow tape up
French girls making me breakfast, I gotta crêpe up
Probably smearing the make-up after I put my cape up
Fast lane, yeah, I still can't slow up
And when you least expect it, that is when I show up
And they see me, bet a hater gon' throw up
And you should try to be like me when you grow up

[Outro: Whistling sounds and instrumental]